Upon the blank paper slate
a world of light pencil sketches
unfolds before my eyes
Spiraling curls and striking lines
combine to form the image
hidden within my mind
As the picture comes into form
the world seems to blur
focused only on my craft
My work is worth the time I take
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
Upon the blank paper slate
a world of light pencil sketches
unfolds before my eyes
Spiraling curls and striking lines
combine to form the image
hidden within my mind
As the picture comes into form
the world seems to blur
focused only on my craft
My work is worth the time I take
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